"Is this the King of Killing, the Lord of the Killing Capital? After all these years, I finally saw a real person. ”

"Worthy of being the king of killing, that fierce and rich murderous aura is far from being comparable to us. ”

"Later, if the King of Slaughter gets into a fight with that man, you say, should we go and help? ”

"You can pull it down. Let's not talk about their existence at that level, will there be any bullshit dignity of a strong man, just a soul sect that can't even use soul skills can be counted as helping out, what is the difference between that and ants?"

......

The crowd in the surrounding stands cast their eyes on the Killing King, and their eyes were blazing and shining.

"Your Excellency first killed my guards and forcibly broke into my killing capital, and then made trouble in the hell killing field and killed my three principals. In all these years, you are the first person to take this king so indifferently. ”

The King of Slaughter ascended the competition platform, glanced at the three broken corpses on the table that were exuding a strong smell of blood, and fixed his cold gaze on Wu Fang's body.

As soon as Sen Han's words, which were filled with strong killing intent, fell, a large red blood mist spread out with itself as the center, and after a while, it enveloped the entire Hell Killing Field, and crackling soul power explosions sounded in the blood-mist-filled air from time to time.

In the blink of an eye, the hellish killing fields turned into a sea of blood-red, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

In the stands, the faces of the people shrouded in blood mist turned pale in an instant, and their bodies inexplicably felt a piercing cold. It's not really a temperature change, it's a chill from a murderous aura. The purest killing aura invaded their bodies at a rapid pace. Every intrusion made them tremble.

Bloodthirsty, killing, terrifying, all kinds of negative aura rose from the bottom of everyone's heart because of the shroud of blood mist.

"Is this the killing realm of the Killing King?

"In his realm, I can't even have the slightest sense of resistance, how many people did he kill to comprehend such a realm. ”

"It's a good thing this murderous aura isn't aimed at us, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sit here in peace. ”

"My mind seems to have been affected by this realm, and it's a terrifying and enviable ability. It is no wonder that so many people are not afraid of death to go to hell, this is really not an ordinary temptation. ”

......

The crowd on the stage frantically used the soul power in their bodies, trying their best to resist the invasion of the murderous aura in the surrounding blood mist, and the eyes that looked at the King of Slaughter were full of respect.

"Do you need to use your hands as soon as you come?" Wu Fang clasped his hands in front of his chest, still sitting calmly and calmly in the chair, his light and breezy appearance was not affected by the blood mist around him in the slightest.

"What else is there to say to a dying man. "There was not a trace of emotional fluctuations in the voice of the Killing King, only endlessly cold and evil.

With that, countless mysterious blood lines appeared on the skin of the Killing King, and a sword-shaped earth demon pattern permeated the center of his forehead and eyebrows. Behind him, a pair of huge blood-red wings sprouted out of thin air.

With a wave of his wings, the blood light of the King of Slaughter suddenly burst out, and in an instant, he had already arrived in front of Wu Fang. Immediately after, two hands with blood-red armor like claws plunged straight into Wu Fang's chest. At the same time, a strong smell of blood suddenly spread on his body, which was disgusting.

Just as the Killing King's hands were about to touch Wu Fang, he saw a golden circle of light appear in front of him. Within the aperture, a silver metal fist protrudes out of thin air. I saw that when the metal fist met the claws of the King of Slaughter, it was inexplicably plated with a layer of pitch black.

Bang!

The metal fist blessed by the armed color domineering spirit slammed into the claws of the King of Slaughter, and suddenly caused an earth-shattering loud sound.

Where it collided, the void cracked through countless pitch-black cracks. The aftermath of the horror dispersed, and the nearest wave of people in the stands bore the brunt, and before they could react, blood surged in their chests, and blood spurted out of their mouths.

On the fighting platform, under the violent collision, the metal fist that appeared out of thin air returned to the circle of light, and as for the king of slaughter, he was shocked and flew upside down.

However, just as the Slayer King was about to crash into the outer ramparts, his wings swung backwards like sharp blades. After using the reverse thrust to stabilize his figure, his body leaned forward and swept towards Wu Fang again.

This time, the King of Slaughter put away his hands, his body was empty, and his flowing movements brought up his left leg, which was also full of evil aura of red light, after avoiding the circle of light in front of Wu Fang, it was like a giant axe falling from the sky and sweeping towards Wu Fang's head.

In the face of another attack by the King of Killing, Wu Fang's expression remained calm. Without looking at the flying leg kicked by the King of Slaughter, and pointing like a sword, after cutting a graceful arc in the air, a sharp sword slashed out.

Bang!

There was another loud bang, and the sword light intertwined with the blood-red light, and the sneer was incessant.

The attack was blocked again, and the King of Slaughter flapped his wings and landed in the original position, not in a hurry. Instead, he looked at Wu Fanglai again with a cold gaze, his brows furrowed, and it was not difficult to see that his expression was a little more dignified.

With two tentative attacks, he could be sure that the opponent's 'soul power' was never below him, and looking at the opponent's calm and relaxed appearance, the 'soul power' was even above him.

"Why did the King of Killing stop? Is this man's strength really so terrifying? Can't even take the King of Killing?"

"Judging from the two collisions just now, it really seems that the King of Slaughter is at a disadvantage. What is the origin of this man? He can make the King of Slaughter deflated!"

"It's hard to say which one will win or which will be weaker now, after all, the previous attack on the King of Slaughter was just a pure use of soul power. Here, his strength is soul skills. Moreover, he hasn't even used his martial soul so far. ”

"Anyway, this man is destined to make a name for eternity in the killing capital. It's just that I don't know what his purpose is, why he wants to make trouble in the killing capital. ”

......

After seeing that the King of Slaughter had failed in two attacks, the crowd in the stands gasped one by one, and looked at Wu Fang again with even more strange eyes.

As for Tang San, Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, and Oscar, there was only worship left in their eyes. The King of Slaughter was able to kill two Titled Douluo, and this strength was incomparably terrifying without even thinking about it. But even if it is such a powerful existence, he still can't get any benefits in front of his own master.

The so-called killing realm that enveloped the entire Hell Killing Fields didn't have the slightest effect on them, as if it didn't exist.

Just because when the blood mist spread around them, an inexplicable momentum poured out from their master's body, enveloping their bodies and forcing the blood mist back violently.

。 Sogou